The New Old World
by thekindlyones
Summary: With her expertise in managing wildlife, Maxine Harper was recruited to oversee and train one of the newest research programs on Isla Nublar. It would take her getting tangled up in this new old world to realise that animals of the primordial nature were the least of her worries. Owen/OC
1. Prologue: The Girl Who Tamed the Wild

**The New Old World**

 _Prologue: The Girl Who Tamed the Wild_

 _ **Disclaimer:** Jurassic World and anything you recognize from the Jurassic Park franchise are all properties belonging to Universal Studios. All other characters are mere over-imaginations of yours truly._

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 _"I had a very famous trainer tell me once, 'You can usually train a wild animal but never tame a wild animal, ever.' They are always going to be wild, no matter what anybody says."_

 _ **Jack Hanna**_

\- J W -

Across the sandy plains of the Zambezi National Park, everything was still. A mild breeze was blowing through the land, but apart from the light swaying of the savannah grass and the skipping of sand-swirls above the ground, everything was at peace.

It was July in Zimbabwe, and the dry season of the year was at its all time high.

The day had started frigid, with cold winds leftover from the night before swirling across the savannah. But as the sun rose, the sky cleared and now, at mid-day, there was nothing but warming heat and minimal wind. Dry season was the best season for game sightings if you were an animal lover, as the wildlife wandered out of their shelters to seek waterholes and rivers, but for the occupants of the jeep wrangler currently bouncing over the rocky terrains, watching animals were the last things on their mind.

The wrangler was a hulking beast of a vehicle, with a body that was painted a matte white and its mainframes a silver that gleamed under the golden sun. A single insignia of black and blue – spelling out the word _InGen_ – was painted over the front cabs and that was the only indication that the vehicle belonged to an organization operating outside of the reserve.

A single tinted window rolled down and almost immediately the lone passenger in the backseat was attacked by a sudden influx of muggy and acrid air that went swirling through the interior of the car. A herd of lions and its cubs resting near the unmarked path straightened at the rumble of the vehicle but paid them no mind as they resumed their grooming or naps.

"God damn," Simon Masrani muttered from behind his hand, which he was using as a makeshift mask. His other hand waved at the air in a bit to clear it as he frowned at the harsh conditions. "How long more until we reach, Jeff?"

"It's just right up ahead, Sir. Another 5 minutes or so," Jeff said. Sweat could be seen glistening off of the top of his baldhead despite the faint humming of the air-conditioning that had been set at its maximum lowest. He blamed it on the attire he was clad in, and cursed, not for the first time since touching down in the African country, the strict regulations set by the company about the attire of all employees. His cheap suit was sticking to him in the most awkward of places and it was making things a hell of a lot harder trying to sit still. He was wriggling in his seat and pulling at the collar of his shirt when he spied a cheetah sprinting right beside the wrangler as it continued down the dirt road. He cringed in quiet unease at the close proximity of the wild animal and quickly glanced at the open window, contemplating how he was going to ask his employer to roll it back up. _Just in case._

As if sensing his disquiet, Masrani turned away from studying their surroundings to regard his driver. "Magnificent, is it not?"

"What is, Sir?" Jeff asked, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

"Wildlife," The man said, turning back to squint out at the land. A group of the park's employees were gathered around an enclosure housing several cheetahs. "Animals born with an instinct to kill and run free."

"Unpredictable is more like it," Jeff argued and guided the jeep around a bend. The gates of a nondescript facility came into view as they neared it.

Masrani hummed. "Yet they can be tamed."

"Maybe. For a while," Jeff agreed reluctantly. "But like you said, Sir, these animals are born with a natural tendency to kill. It's millions of years of instinct entrenched into the very being of the animal," The wrangler made another turn. "Perhaps they could be tamed, but that particular inclination will not be removed, not by any human."

"Spoken like someone who has had bad experiences with wild animals before," Masrani chuckled deeply. "Tell me, Jeff, where did you last work at, prior to this?"

"I was a guard for Mr. Hammond on Isla Nublar when the incident happened," He answered frankly and put the car into park. "We're here, Sir."

They had stopped at the entrance of what looked to be a private research facility where several park attendants were milling about the grounds. Already they could hear the faraway roars of lions and the cackling calls of the hyenas. Jeff unbuckled himself, hopping out of the car and slamming the door with a loud thud before he jogged around the vehicle and stopped at the passenger side to open the door for the businessman.

Masrani stepped out from the wrangler and smoothed a hand down his sharply pressed custom Armani suit. He casted a sharp-eyed glance over his driver and smiled. "Perhaps you should come work for me in the park. We could use someone like you."

Jeff grinned wryly. "I'm afraid once is more than enough for me."

The two strode further into the facility, bypassing several cages and earning themselves the curious stares of several park employees. It seemed Masrani knew where he was going or who he was looking for, for he appeared sure of his direction and steadfast in his steps.

"Who are we looking for exactly, Sir?"

" _Her_ ," Masrani declared, coming to a stop in front of the last compound at the far end of the reserve. His attention was trained on the young woman kneeling in the dirt and and performing what looked to be a series of routine checks on the lion.

Jeff watched nervously when the great beast gave a restless shake of his head and released a testy snarl of his teeth. A roar soon followed, startling him and Masrani enough for them to jump back from the decidedly weak gate. Jeff expected the woman to recoil in fear, to head for the gates and barricade herself off before the lion decided to attack, only to let out a low breath of surprise when she moved. The two men watched in silent awe while she shuffled closer to the unpredictable animal, murmuring in a low, soothing voice to the beast before burying her face in its mane without fear.

"The new project is going to be a _roaring_ success, Jeff," Masrani boasted, his dark eyes sparkling with a newfound glint of delight. "Pun completely intended."

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	2. I: Chances Comes A-Knocking

**The New Old World**

 _Chapter I: Chances Comes A-Knocking_

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Maxine Harper was certain that if she had paid more attention to her online subscription of _The New York Times_ , she would at least have the slightest inkling of what the current frontrunners of the world would have looked like. She assumed keeping up with current events would have been of a little help in placing the faces to one of the richest men in the world, no matter how useful the knowledge of being able to recognize him proved to be.

But she hadn't and she doubted she would have, so whenever any of her friends or colleagues spoke of the great Simon Masrani, she had begun to paint an image of him by herself, basing his features on the bits and pieces picked up over lunchtime conversations.

In her mind's eye, the current owner of _Masrani Global Corporatio_ n was an intimidating man, both in looks and personality.

She imagined him as a man of a hefty, almost beefy built with a height that easily towered over everyone he came across. To her, it would have been an appropriate representation of the stronghold he had on his wealth and his reportedly ferocious appetite in gulping down smaller companies to fund his growing empire. As most billionaires were wont to be (there must have been something in the caviar or sparkling water they consumed), Masrani would be bald, or balding, and he would be incredibly sensitive about the subject as most wealthy people were also liable to be. His imposing size would be fitted out in a wardrobe filled with tailor-made pieces from luxury brands and she thought it to be unsurprising if he had a drawer full of pocket squares with his initials hand-sewn into them.

In hindsight, Maxine was pretty sure she had just described the hackneyed idea of a crime lord instead of a business magnate who owned the only prehistoric theme park on the entire planet. But then again, the two were always separated by a line so fine that crossing it seemed inevitable. It wasn't all that difficult for a man, no matter how upstanding or honest he was, to resort to unscrupulous means in order to achieve what he sought, especially in this day and age where money was the answer to everything – even silencing a man's death.

The twenty-six year old looked across at the man seated before her desk, and realized that what she saw was actually far from what she had envisioned. Her eyes trailed over him and frowned.

Yes, perhaps she might have over-imagined a little _too_ much.

Simon Masrani was a man of South Asian descent – average in height and equally as average in bulk. Unlike Maxine's image of him, he was blessed with a head of thick, luscious, black curls that would have made men of his age seethe with envy. It was casually styled, though not a hair stood out of place, and it worked well with the designer stubble shading his jawline in adding not a sense of malevolence, but an easygoing nonchalance to his imposing persona.

His eyes, much like most of his heritage, were a rich coffee hue, framed by thick dark lashes that curled upwards gracefully. They stared right back at Maxine at this moment, taking in her little movements and the infinitesimal changes of her expressions and restless fidgeting. Although his gaze was not as calculative as she had thought it to be, it didn't mean there wasn't a sense of shrewdness and subtle hunger swimming in there.

"So," He started, breaking the silence and jolting Maxine out of her quiet scrutiny. "What do you think?"

"I think I have a really warped sense of perceiving people," she mumbled under her breath as she folded her arms over the top of the event review she had just received (or rather, thrown onto her desk) that morning. It had been horribly overdue, but that was entirely the fault of Veronica Travers and nothing to do with Maxine, who was always on time with submitting her reports for assessments.

The park's latest project had just been wrapped up two days ago with a tremendous success that left most of the higher-ups glowing with pleasure. Maxine had been appointed the head of the assignment and was tasked with the final review of the reports submitted by the other ecologists before she handed it up to the park's management for further evaluation. She had just been about to leave for her routine rounds when Veronica burst into her office and all but lobbed the report at her.

But overdue reports aside, Maxine had bigger things to deal with. She took in a deep breath and contemplated the number of ways in which she could respond to Masrani's unexpected proposition without insulting the man or earning herself a lawsuit in the process.

"Well, I think it's a wonderful opportunity…"

"Spare me the fool's speech and the civil, roundabout answers, doctor, and tell me what you _really_ think," Masrani cut in bluntly, holding his hand up to stop her. "Don't worry, I won't bite nor sue. _Much."_

There was a beat in which Maxine merely stared back at him, trying to decide if he was joking or not. The blank expression hanging on his heavy features revealed nothing, which made her realize that he knew all about her and yet she knew nothing of him.

But then, a second later, a smile broke through, and she thought he looked rather like a Bollywood actor than the oil-drilling tycoon who had graced _Time's Top Ten Most Influential People_ cover every year, since 2003.

"You want me to go to Isla Nublar."

Masrani chuckled at the bemusement in her voice and the frown that pinched the skin between her brows. He leaned back in his seat with an easy grace and nodded simply. The action was small, but the domineering look in his eyes amplified its hidden intention.

"I wish for you to _work_ for me."

Maxine gave a derisive snort and moved towards the Nespresso machine plugged into the wall behind her desk. Grabbing two clean cups from the drawer, she placed one under the nozzle of the tap before popping a coffee capsule into the chamber.

The mini coffee maker had been a congratulatory gift (and somewhat of a forewarning) from her brother, Maddox, for beginning her doctorate in Evolutionary Biology. What had started out as a sleek, gleaming caffeine donor was now a discolored metal contraption after much use and abuse from long nights staying up researching for her thesis. Even after moving from sunny California to the wild plains of South Africa, she had brought the machine along, having been so attached to the loyal but working sludge supplier. The coffee tasted the same as it did on day one and so what use was there in buying a new one when the old worked as well as it did before?

She jabbed the scratched up button and turned back to Masrani whom she realized was watching her every move.

"But working for you entails me moving to the island, does it not?" She asked, swopping the freshly brewed cup of caffeine out with the empty one and repeating the process.

She passed the coffee to Masrani first, who took it without hesitation and with a small murmur of gratitude, despite the fact that the type of brew he usually consumed was not something that came premade in a small plastic shell.

"I don't suppose the reason you came all the way here to give me a personal employment opportunity is for me to work on one of your oil-rigs," She took the second cup of coffee and settled back into her chair with a joking grin. "Because if that was the case, Mr. Masrani, I can safely say you're sorely mistaken and am going to be disappointed by my answer."

"You have a sharp tongue," He laughed. "I like that."

"I'm sure my beguiling wit isn't the only thing you like about me," She offered coolly after a sip of her drink.

Masrani gave pause, eyes widening in alarm at her wordplay. "Excuse me?"

"Why me?" Maxine clarified, finally being able to ask the million-dollar question hovering about her head. "I mean, why not others? There are so many people out there who would have been better suited for your corporation. I'm sure you've already had my credentials checked, Mr. Masrani. I've only just graduated a year ago, and my official working record is only limited to this park. Yet, you're picking me over all the others who'd have years of experiences and achievements locked under their belts."

She shrugged then and said simply, "So why me?"

"Field experiences can only get you so far, doctor, especially when it concerns a species that have just been brought back to life from extinction. Jurassic World is a modernistic idea, a way to push the boundaries of science to the next level. We need talents and forward thinkers with progressive thoughts much like your own," Masrani countered calmly, although the tension in his eyes belied that. "Besides, Jurassic World may be a primitive research center, but it is also a theme park at heart. We needed our workforce to be able to present the thoughts of the younger generations in order to stay relevant to the masses."

"Not many would agree with you on this."

"Then they're losing out, aren't they?" He asked rhetorically. "Some of my best researchers and trainers are of your age who had little to no experience prior to their work in the park."

Masrani threw back the rest of his coffee and let out a soft hiss of satisfaction. "You know… normal people would be grateful to be presented with an opportunity as rare as this."

"Oh, I'm grateful, Mr. Masrani, don't get me wrong," She said hastily.

It was true. She _was_ grateful and incredibly so.

It wasn't everyday that the 8th richest man in the world dropped by your place of work in the wilderness of Africa to present you with a personal invitation to work in the only prehistoric research center in the world. It was a fantastic opportunity and Maxine couldn't even begin to fathom the mere thought of being able to get up close to the creatures that had once only been talked of in her science textbooks.

But amazement aside, the fact that _she_ had been the one to be considered as a contender roused the doubtfulness in her.

While it was true Maxine have had more experiences as compared to others her age due to her being exposed to the wildlife environment as a child, she was still considered _green_ to people who had been in the field for a long time. She didn't think she would have been chosen over someone who had seen and done more. If she were Masrani, Maxine would have been somewhere in the middle (because she at least had the confidence to know she shouldn't be at the bottom) of the list of prospective employees.

"It's just the numerous loopholes I'm finding in this proposal that makes me a… little reluctant to accept it at face value," She explained. "I still can't get over the fact that you would choose me over everyone else."

Masrani nodded, considering her doubts. He gave pause, allowing Maxine the opportunity to turn away towards the flash of movement hovering near her window. There was a blur of orange before a familiar freckled face peeked through the drawn shutters.

"You are and always have been my only choice as a candidate on the get go for whenever the project was given the green light, Dr. Harper," He admitted. "There are certain skills set you possess that I appreciate and acknowledge that they would be crucial in affirming the success of this research."

A brow rose before Maxine could stop herself.

He was charming; she'd give him that. The casualness in which he carried himself despite his immense power was tempting at best but dangerous at worst. This was the type of risk Maxine doesn't encounter in her everyday routine with the animals.

This was the type of danger present only in men who wished to seek something.

"Do you always sweet-talk your future employees into getting them to sign the contract?"

The sound of Masrani's deep-throated chuckles lingered in the air.

"You're a skeptical little thing, aren't you?" he shot back, still amused.

Maxine, however, was anything but. "Not skeptical, just wary."

"If you must know, in my years of dealing with people, you're the second one I've had to pretty much pull out all the stops in order to get you to accept the job," He said. "Everyone else had simply agreed by hearing my name."

"Hmm."

"You are the _only_ one, doctor," He affirmed once more. "It was either you or bust."

Gnawing on her lower lip, she mulled over his words. The man had seemed genuine in wanting her onboard with the park and yet, the voice that sounded subtly like her father's nagged at her in the back of her head. The idea of Masrani seeking her expertise seemed like something that had happened once before with her grandfather.

"What project did you say it was again?"

"I didn't," Masrani grinned. "It's classified, at least for now, until you decide to accept the job," He leaned forward, resting his elbows on her desk and linking his long fingers together. Maxine noticed his hands were devoid of any and all jewels, apart from the gold wedding band gleaming on his left ring finger. "I can't tell you much without revealing the details and violating the company's protocols in the process, but you should know that this research pertains to much of the groundwork you've been covering since Berkley."

"And was it my work that drew you here?"

Masrani nodded. He allowed his gaze to wander around the cluttered workspace, scrutinizing each and every corner in the room. It was safe to say that there was nothing of note in Maxine's office, save for the photographs that lined the wall next to her desk. She didn't spend much time it, apart from when she needed to complete her paperwork in peace. Most of her time was dedicated to spending it outdoors with the animals and her assignment apartment.

"And your father's, actually. I've read your dissertation and his theories on the behavioral sciences of predacious animals," He admitted, though his attention was still set on the pictures. Maxine had taken most of them over the years during her family's annual visits to her grandparents' vineyard in southwestern France. She could see the flicker of recognition cross his face when his eyes settled on the beaming features of her parents. "The idea that these animals, no matter its classifications or the age in which it existed are conscious of a social hierarchy is interesting, to say the least."

"So you're giving me a chance to test that theory by tasking me with a research that you can't speak of?"

"Yes."

Maxine sighed. The offer was attractive and she could feel herself wanting to accept it. Her job at the reserve was fulfilling, but it didn't hold the excitement in which she desired and which Masrani was providing.

"I don't know…"

Masrani gave an annoyed huff. It was clear her hesitance was giving way to his vexation despite being patient with her for the past half an hour. It was obvious the man was used to getting his way and fast, so the fact that he was failing to sway Maxine towards his desired outcome was starting to grind on his last nerves.

"I thought you'd jump at the slightest chance to work with prehistoric animals," He ground out, a deep frown etched into his forehead. "You are ' _The Girl Who Tamed the Wild_ ', are you not?"

"Not tamed, Mr. Masrani," She corrected patiently. It was something she had reiterated numerous times over to people who had referenced the newspaper article from many years back. "Never tamed. These animals are merely trained to accept my presence in their lives. Nothing that is born of the wild can be tamed. Their instinct to kill will still be prevalent, no matter how low or uncertain it may be."

"And yet I've seen how these wild animals are around you," Masrani refuted, stubbornness lining his words. "How that lion from just now was mollified by your simple touch and gentle words."

"I've taken care of Aslan since he was a cub. There's a mutual trust and respect between the both of us," She shot back. "Something like that had to be cultivated, not commanded upon."

Maxine watched as Masrani pinched the bridge of his nose in silent aggravation. It would have been funny, if she weren't worried about him deciding to find a way to ruin her life. He was a man of prominence after all, and she didn't doubt that there were people waiting for his order to cancel the existence of his wrongdoers with a mere snap of his fingers.

The two remained in a tense silence, with Masrani stewing in unrestrained displeasure and Maxine eyeing him cautiously until finally, _finally_ , he heaved a heavy sigh.

"I give up," Masrani breathed, throwing his hands up in defeat. "You have to be the first that I've failed to persuade to work for me, doctor."

Maxine snorted at the sour look on his face and raised a brow in challenge. "I thought there was another?"

"He accepted the offer in the end," Masrani said.

He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and drew out a slim paper that she assumed was his name-card. He slid it across the desk towards her before standing up and straightening his suit.

"I'll give you some time to _reconsider_ , doctor. I'd hate to cause you regret in the future after all," He winked and stepped out from in front of the chair. Almost on cue, the door to her office opened quietly, revealing a bald man on the other side as he waited patiently for Masrani to exit. "It has been an… _invigorating_ conversation so far. I hope to hear from you soon, Dr. Harper."

With that, he turned in a flourish of dark grey silk and headed out the door, exiting Maxine's life as unexpectedly as he entered it.

She spent the next few minutes staring down at the curling black letters standing out against the stark white background. The slightest tinge of regret started to poison the thoughts swirling in her head, taunting her that she had just let one of the best opportunities of her life slip passed her. Just as she was about to pick up her phone to dial the number stamped onto the card, the door to her office burst open for the second time that day.

" _Knock_!" She shouted on instinct, startling the overexcited young man into releasing a loud squawk of surprise.

Parker Johnson recovered quickly though, as he rushed up to her desk and appraised her with bulging eyes.

"MJ! Oh my _god_! What did you do?"

"What do you mean what did I do?" She cawed. "I didn't do anything! And _don't_ call me MJ."

"Like hell you didn't do anything!" Parker cut in, hopping onto her desk with a practiced ease. The younger biologist ignored her calls of offense ( _"Hey! Butt off my desk!")_ and narrowed his eyes at her. "That man just donated _ten-freaking-million_ to the foundation!"

" _WHAT?"_

"Are there any illicit affairs going on here that I should know about, Harper?" He prompted, once again ignoring her outburst and wriggling his thick brows suggestively. "Come on, you can tell me."

"Don't be a dick, Parker," she snapped, sending him a glare. "Besides, even if there were, I wouldn't tell you a single thing! You're the _worst_ at keeping secrets in the park!"

"How rude!" Parker cried, pointing a finger at her. "What a name-slandering accusation!"

Maxine rolled her eyes at his overdramatic antics and was about to tell him to get off her desk and out of her office when the door flew open once more.

" _Knock!"_ She screeched for the third time, causing Parker to fall off her desk in a mess of flailing limbs and brown locks. "Do people not knock now?"

Veronica Travers sneered down at Parker from under a delicately upturned nose before turning to send Maxine a contemptuous smile. The superiority dripped off of her pretty features and the spitefulness practically rolled off of her in waves. Maxine pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed roughly.

"I knew there was something off about you from day one, Harper," She insinuated. "But who'd have thought you'd be the kind to sleep with married men for materialistic gains, huh?"

"Oh, go away, Travers," Maxine retorted. "Nobody wants you here."

' _Real mature, Harper. You're the epitome of clever come-backs,'_ She thought, but there was just something about the black haired woman who brought

Veronica was one of Zambezi's population biologists. With a head of pin-straight black hair, a pair of stunning indigo eyes and smooth olive skin, it was obvious to anyone that she was one of, if not the most, beautiful girl working in the park. Her striking looks were what had earned her the place as the most popular scientist in the park having been sought after by the male population – both employees and volunteers alike.

Maxine would have thought her to be beautiful too; if it were not for the fact that Veronica's personality was on the other end of the spectrum from her beauty.

It was because for as long as Maxine had been working in Zambezi, Veronica had hated her guts. It was as if she found the mere existence of Maxine to be incredibly offending to her person and she made a point to let Maxine know it through the snide remarks and dirty looks she threw her way on an everyday basis.

For the first few months, Maxine was clueless as to what she had done to incur the wrath of the woman, seeing as all she had done was stick to her duties and did what she had been told. It wasn't until she befriended Parker, a permanent volunteer and self-proclaimed satellite of all things gossip that she found out what it was that had irked the biologist so much.

Apparently, Veronica had felt threatened by her presence, having harboured some insane idea that Maxine was trying to steal the title of being the most popular from her.

Maxine had laughed – well, it wasn't so much a laugh than a bellyaching guffaw that had Parker contemplating the medics – before she was stopped by the blank look on the volunteer's face.

From what he had told her, it was Maxine's parents that had given Veronica the notion in the first place, seeing as how everyonein the _African Wildlife Foundation_ knew whom the Harpers were.

It was all very juvenile and petty and at twenty-six, Maxine couldn't believe Veronica, who was two years her senior, had been able to come up with something as absurd as that.

"How sagacious," The mocking smile on her face stretched further. "I wonder what your daddy would think if he found out about your bedtime activities, hmm?"

"Okay, you know what?" Maxine pushed her chair back and planted her hands firmly on her desk. Veronica shrunk back at her sudden fury and took a step back warily. Parker perked up from the floor, where he had been rolling about and whining in pain, with eyes glittering in delight. He watched the two women acutely, locking away the implosion bound to happen for release to the general public later on.

"I've had it up to _here_ with your mocking taunts and your glares and your backhanded insults, Travers. Most of us work hard to get where we are, unlike some who just had to smile prettily at a man in order to get things done," She snapped, glaring up at the statuesque brunette venomously. "Just because it's something _you've_ done doesn't mean it's something everyone else considered. Some of us are actually born with dignity and principals. So why don't you take all your infantile remarks and shove it up your ass, you bigoted bitch?"

Both Parker and Veronica gasped, one in veneration and the other in offense at her rant. An angered flush tinged Maxine's cheeks as she picked up the overdue report and all but shoved it at the Veronica's chest, watching in satisfaction as she stumbled and recoiled in fear.

"You can hand in your own report and explain your tardiness to the management yourself, Travers," Maxine said, waving a hand at the silent woman. She grabbed Masrani's name-card and her phone from her desk and headed for the door. "I'm not doing anything else for you anymore."

"Where are you going?" Parker called after her.

"Costa Rica."

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